by Corinne Ferry

Created on: May 31, 2008

Thought Undulation

I've been staring at yellow lines and pavement for hours.

Mix tapes cause mixed emotions,
manifest feelings out of thin air,
internal drama caused by people I've never even met.

At least they are good at getting their point across.
Detachment from desire is difficult when you're unattached to begin with.

Grey skies still look gloomy behind brand new
used rose-colored grandma glasses.

I dream in walking meditation,
sitting on my ass
a vibrating road beneath me.
Swimming through subconscious mental capacity
waiting for my mothers psychological warfare to escape my brain.

I feel like a greased watermelon floating on moonlit waters,
raised to believe I am an object of desire,
an object in everyone's game but my own.

There is someone to represent each song on this mixtape.
I go through the motions dictated by large fumbling hands.
Fasting forward
looking back in rewind,
when will I create the soundtrack of freedom?

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